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Way back in ye olde 1880's NYC there's a loud, domestic tyrant of a father/husband (William Powell) who bellows all the time and rules his family with an iron fist...or so it appears. In reality, his dingbat wife (Irene Dunne) ignores his constant screaming and pretty much lives her life in complete dream world. They have four boys who do normal boy stuff. That's the makings of good film, I guess, but just a few minutes into it Dunne finds out her husband hasn't been baptized! The horror. So for the remainder of the film she makes his life a living Hell and pesters him endlessly to get baptized. Is that suppose to be funny? I just found it depressing. This dude provides for his family, so they can live in absolute luxury and then when he goes home he has to listen to his wife preaching to him nonstop. Ugh.
Powell and Dunne both do fine with their terrible roles, but that ain't saying much. The only reason I can think of watching this downbeat clunker is Elizabeth Taylor. Maybe I'll revisit LIFE WITH FATHER one day, but as for now I was hugely disappointed with it. Skip it.
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